Our Skin Is Not Fruits [Cal]

Tarnish Felt the bear tip forward, the loss of function in one of its hind legs forcing it to place both front ones on the ground to stabilize. As such it couldn't reach for him any more and Tarnish was free to make a particularly violent assault. He wasn't sure what ignited it, but a fire kindled in his belly, a sudden desire to do real damage, to push what he'd done before. His hind claws dug into the bears back and he launched himself forward. Obsidian claws sank deep into the bear's face, piercing its eyes. There was a sickening squish, the feeling of something gross between his toes that he barely had time to register before a mighty shake from the bear sent him flying off. It roared in pain, stumbling back, swiping at its eyes.

Panting, Tarnish righted himself, ignoring the pain in his back from the hard landing. Sweet shit, he'd just punctured its eyes! He stared in awe at the blood running down its face.


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